I'm a G, Nigga you don't know about me. I'm a G,
Nigga you don't know about me. I'm a G Nigga you
don't know about me but yo ass gonna learn and yo
ass gonna see. I'm a G, Nigga you don't know about
me. I'm a G, Nigga you don't know about me. I'm a G,
Nigga you don't know about me but yo ass gonna
learn and yo ass gonna see.

I stand 5 foot 10, 200 & half 100 percent gangsta
don't smile and don't laff in a 3 inch shirt nigga
38 waist. I ain't small mothafucka I'm takin up some
space with a size 11 shoe that'll kick u in yo
face bitch I'm all about a crime and ready to catch
a case. I ain't scared to kick it in yo do and look
around yo place I ain't scared to cock back a fo
and put 1 in yo face stay still nigga flava duece
duece in a third teflon coverin yo body juice
loose on a curve I serve it like a tennis ball
straite up the minice yall I positon and
competition and when I fisnish yall can clear the
collin and call the corrin tell him next again we
shot him like a cracker and stabbed him like a
mexican. may never plex again not like he can but
just incase he get resurected is best he
understands

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I see these niggaz doin alot of talkin but they
never back it up bout the work they movin or the
paper they stackin up u niggaz got the crack it up
the only thing u sellin is wolf chickens and we
ain't buyin'em so pack it up 84's click clack it up
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the G and that's a promise but yo plaque on
summers americas most wanted. we criminal
backgrounds and ready to straite flauted only take
is a salt dropper or a instagator messy
mothafuckas got the make it fo and a instant
hater. I'm a lay it down like a baby ready to nap
cuz I'm a trill nigga ready to clap. now wats up. I
slap a nigga scope him with a back hand left and
continue till nobody from yo whack clan left bet u
might cheat left and u might cheat the dealer but
u neva cheat the king of the underground on the
rella.

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Psc nigga UGK Free pimp c let me at it boy Hey
tell'em for a minute bun chill to yo nigga don
they say they got some blowin I'm the one them
niggaz get it from they talkin shit is best
interest is to get a gun grab the mac 9 and spit
half a clip and them niggaz run. sissy niggaz
sweeter then a cinnabun wannem knocked off we the
ones u gotta get it done alot of rappers say they
g's I don't feel'em no naw yea sissy so keys I'm
still a don. og's Usual low key movin em 03 don't
look up at my window u don't know me gangsta
gangsta the same time picture the pump and paint I
ain't the kind u wanna see me aks ar's I can't
decide I got the mind of the hustler halacious
grind man I hold my city down like I anchor eyim.

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